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Hmm. Mother *larger* than life, father a Joe Jackson wannabe and bro doesn't relish all the relish either! Alex, listen to me. From asking you will never be poor. Go for Jason and live the rest of your life in the beach house with the guy that loves you.

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OMG, Michael, Corinne's makeup and dress sound exactly like what I wore this last Christmas... That silver eye shadow and pink lipstick inspired all at the the party. The eye shadow made my eyes less sunken looking and the pink lipstick really enhanced my toothy smile. My black and blue dress was quite a hit... However, as you can tell, I am a bit thinner that Corinne. I also have very wispy hair, but you can't see it very well.

On a bit more serious note, I felt sorry for Jason having his friends witness his extremely dysfunctional family. The only saving grace for the evening seemed to be Alex's warmth and protective nature.
Great chapter.

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Originally Posted by Craiger

OMG, Michael, Corinne's makeup and dress sound exactly like what I wore this last Christmas... That silver eye shadow and pink lipstick inspired all at the the party. The eye shadow made my eyes less sunken looking and the pink lipstick really enhanced my toothy smile. My black and blue dress was quite a hit... However, as you can tell, I am a bit thinner that Corinne. I also have very wispy hair, but you can't see it very well.

On a bit more serious note, I felt sorry for Jason having his friends witness his extremely dysfunctional family. The only saving grace for the evening seemed to be Alex's warmth and protective nature.
Great chapter.

Craiger

How fucking weird Craiger - was that you? Ok I'll come clean - I was at the party and used your image to write about Corinne

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Christmas morning dawned light and bright. Jason was up early as always and could barely wait for everyone to wake up. No training today but the energy was still there! He sat on the porch sipping from a glass of juice. Enough already! He downed the juice and set about being deliberately noisy in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast. One by one they sleepily came out floating on the delicious wafted scents of fresh toast, ham, eggs and tomatoes. “Hey look at the tree” mumbled a tousle haired Paul who stumbled over to the tree. “Oh kool” he yawned “there’s one for me. This is great. “Merry Christmas everyone” he called.

Hails of “Merry Christmas” echoed around the room.

“Breakfast is ready” broadcast Jason, “eat it while it’s hot”.

“This is so good” mumbled Alex as he took another bite and prepared to fill his plate for a second time.

Soon they were clustered around the tiny tree with Jason handing out his presents. There were Aussie souvenirs, Aussie T Shirts, the inevitable stuffed koala, kangaroo and platypus, CD’s of Australian performers and a CD for each of pictures taken so far on the trip. Plus, at the back in the corner were 4 cute little stockings filled with treats - chocolates, bags of lollies (candy) an IOU for a special massage by Jason and smaller knick knack style items. Jerome laughed at a pen that had a picture of a life saver on it but when turned upside down the black speedos on the picture drained away to show a white ass – definitely his kind of present. Jason had a stocking of his own filled with his favourite treats – very easy to arrange when you’re the one creating them.

Paul went to his room and came back with a sack of goodies. He handed out wrapped packages to each of them that he, Alex and Jerome had purchased together before they came. Jason’s gift was by far the most expensive it was a soft black leather coat that fitted perfectly. He was also given an American flag and was genuinely moved. To some observers the scene of Jason unwrapping his gift would go unnoticed, but, to Paul the most sensitive of the group the light danced in Jason’s golden eyes. Paul knew best of all that physically Jason was a superbly trained athlete with incredible determination and ability, he was tough mentally in a physical sense, but, on the inside where matters of the heart reigned he was the most fragile of all. Paul took advantage of the timing and rang his parents to wish them Merry Christmas only to be amused that it was actually Christmas Eve back in the States.

Surfing on a hot Christmas day was ridiculous – maybe not to Australians but it was to the three Americans who could compare it to a white snowy morning back home. Lunch that day was different to anything they had ever experienced. Jason set up table, complete with beach umbrellas and chairs, right down near the beach along with a delicious spread of seafood – lobster, crab and prawns (similar to shrimp) with delicious dipping sauces and fresh salads. Then they had a mound of the most succulent and sweetest mangoes laughing as the juice dripped down their bare chests. The best way to eat a good mango is in a bath tub. Paul took out his camera for photos and they did some poses. First a line of four with their speedos on and their names emblazoned across their asses – Marten, Jackson, Smyth, Grant. Then when they turned around with their bulges on display and finally a rear view shot with bare asses. They laughed so much as the last two shots were taken.

Jerome whipped his speedos off and strode down to the surf naked and dived in. The others looked at each other and thought “what the heck” and followed him in. It felt good to be naked in the surf. In one of their games Jason’s hand accidently contacted Jerome’s cock. “Sorry” quipped Jason.

Jerome on the other hand replied with “I liked it bro … no reason to be sorry”. Jerome was like that - always at ease with his body. In fact he made a game of it and returned the favour holding onto Jason’s cock longer than he should. Jason’s cock responded and they both laughed. Then it turned into a game of cock chasings where they had to chase each other and get their hands around someone cock who then became the person in and their turn to chase the others trying to grab their cock. It was very hilarious and very horny resulting in a full array of erections and a game that lasted an hour or so, although there were times when certain individuals slowed down so they could be caught too easily. The undercurrent that day had nothing to do with beach conditions it was a sexual undercurrent that had been simmering for days. Four young, healthy, athletic, gorgeous guys enjoying a good time with each other and the freedom of being naked. Being naked together was fun and the erections certainly heightened the sexuality of their bodies.

It was inevitable that the sexual tension would surface, they were so close at times but circling around doing anything.

In the evening it was Jerome who first broke and was unable to deny his sexual need. He suggested a version of spin the bottle. In his game they had 4 pieces of paper each and had to write one sexy action on each piece then toss the paper into a small box. It was Jerome’s game so he drew from the box first – his paper said to kiss the person. He spun the bottle round and round ending up with it pointing towards Paul – everyone laughed and Jerome leaned over to deliver a great kiss. Next it was Alex who drew “use your hand to hold their penis” which drew hysterics of laughter (Jason hoped he would win this one) but no the bottle pointed directly at Jerome and Alex put his hand inside Jerome’s shorts and held his penis. Paul was next and drew “lick their nipple” the bottle spun to Alex again. Paul leaned over as Alex lifted his shirt and licked his nipple. Then Jason drew his slip of paper and it read “10 strokes of their cock” and looked shocked while everyone else laughed – the bottle spun and pointed towards a clearly delighted Jerome – he moved across, pushed Jerome’s shorts down and pulled out his semi hard cock out then gave it the demanded strokes.
It was such a horny game. One by one stripped off naked as the game continued and all grew erections. It seemed they all wanted something to happen but needed the game to bring it about. It was all fun anyway.
Jerome took his last turn but unbeknown to the others cheated by slipping a rogue message into his hand. It read “suck my cock” and was greeted by howls of guttural laughter. He spun the bottle to land on Paul who was so horny he wrapped his lips instantly around Jerome’s enormous cock. Alex and Jason watched and were hugely turned on as the sucking continued. Jason grabbed a piece of paper but did not bother to read it - he just said “suck his cock” and pointed the bottle at Alex then moved across to complete the task.

Jason was preoccupied with Alex. Alex had no choice but to succumb to the delicious sensations provided as Jason licked his nipples. He concentrated on the moment responding to Jason and giving back as good as he got. Jason held his balls up to lick behind them. He traced his tongue over his ball sack and put his mouth wide to suck his balls one at a time. He licked up the length of Alex’s shaft to the head that throbbed bouncing up and down. He licked the head concentrating on the rim and just under the rim of his helmet and heard Alex moan softly when he took the helmet into his mouth. His tongue slid over the surface of the helmet head and his lips caressed the surface. Gently he sucked and started to move his head up and down. “Oh Jase that’s good” murmured Alex harmonizing with the sounds coming from Jerome’s mouth. Jerome was first to reach his orgasm. Paul quickened his pace sliding his lips up and down, played with his balls and sucked harder. Jerome’s body heaved as his abs contorted he pulled his cock out from Paul’s hungry mouth to shoot his seed high on his chest, pumping spurt after spurt of milky white cum. “Ooh baby that was really something” he cooed “we been wasting time”. That set Alex in motion as his cum covered his own chest and abs. He lay panting as Jason licked up the precious seed drop by drop. Jason and Paul needed to be serviced too and since Alex and Jerome were happy to oblige they shuffled around and returned the favour. Jason in particular was in heaven, which figuratively meant that his cock was literally in the mouth of the person he thought was heaven.

Paul and Jerome retired to a bedroom for some additional satisfaction. So Jason and Alex strolled naked and hand in hand along the moonlit beach. They shared tender kisses. Their hands explored and brought each other to erections that could not be ignored. On the edge of the beach with water occasionally lapping their ankles Jason lowered himself to the sand and opened his legs drawing Alex towards him. Alex positioned his cock head on the lips of Jason’s hole. He gently pushed his cock feeling the resistance of Jason’s muscles. He pushed more and felt Jason’s hole lips being forced back until they gave way and his cock head entered the glorious body. Jason arched his back as Alex slid his cock deeper inside. Their sex was a meeting of hungry tight bodies but it was far more - it was a mixing of souls desperate to please each other. The gentle waves hissed then trickled along the beach around them as Alex fucked Jason raising them both to a place aside the moon and stars. It was so tender between them - Alex took his time measuring every slow thrust making sure his precious Jason felt every inch of his desire. Jason was deliriously happy and moved his body to meet the oncoming thrusts making Alex’s cock move deep inside. Their fucking increased in tempo until Jason arched his body spilling his cum between their heaving abs and Alex pushed deep sending his seed deep. Alex held onto Jason with the word love on the tip of his tongue, but, never had the chance to voice that as Jason pulled them both up to the shower before leading Alex into his bedroom for a night of continued love making.

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PS Craiger I swear on the holy book you have a direct line to my tiny little brain - how do get so much insight.
and DonQuixote you are such a bad man for feeding my ego so much - my head is gonna explode and plaster the walls with grey cells.

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Oh Michael,

I am so flattered that you liked my outfit so much you used it to describe Corinne and also that you are into my skeletal thinness... I have had problems recently in trying to put on weight, but alas, it just doesn't work.....

Now about this last chapter..... erotic, sexy, fun, exciting and most of all Alex and Jason are together. Even though Paul and Jerome seem to be paired right now I worry that Paul may be a bit upset that Jason has more attraction for Alex. But, then again, he chose the separation that happened between he and Alex. Time will tell how things are to turn out. Time is also running out for their stay downunder. That will be sad.....

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Just a quick note...........I just checked out a JUB member by the name of jasonsmith84. He's an aussie as well. Not the same spelling (Smyth) but thought it was quite fun. He's only 25.....Maybe he knows our Jason....lol

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Surfing the mornings on the beach was fantastic. The sun rose on the eastern horizon shining across the blue ocean and lighting the beach to its warm golden glow. Having surfed for a while Jason strolled the beach with Paul around to the northern headland. They sat in the early sunshine soaking up the beginning of a new day.

Paul had engineered this moment and had a few things he needed to say.

“Jase this time with you has been amazing. The reef, the beach here, everything we’ve done and you – it really is the best time of my life”.

“It’s been amazing for me too”.

“It’s hard to imagine we’ve only been friends a little over a week”.

“I know, but, if you add the internet it’s longer than that and Alex talks about you a lot so I feel like I already knew you”.

“You’re right I think – maybe that’s why we get on so well. You already feel close like a brother”.

“You’re closer to me than my brother ever will be” joked Jason but he seriously meant the remark.

“Hahaha I think I saw why” laughed Paul.

Jason grinned.

“We have things to talk about though. We can’t put them off forever can we?”

Jason looked down at the sand then up to Paul’s handsome face. “I don’t want it to end”.

“I know what you mean … but, in a sense it will never end … we’ll always be more than good friends”.

Jason looked down to the sand again, the answer hung on the breeze but didn’t need to be vocalized.

Paul continued “I’ve changed Jason. Alex told you about the time we were apart … I told him I hated him … but I didn’t … all along it was me I hated. The pressure got to me … everyone had so many expectations and … I just couldn’t live up to them … it was easier to turn my back and give up on them all. I did some things I’m not proud of … if you need to know more I am open to you … but, that’s not my point. I’d like to tell you that I’ve learned from my experiences and that it’s all good, but, that would be a lie. I learned a great deal about myself, but, the price was many regrets. I should have trusted him but I turned him away because I wanted to hurt myself. We all have things to sort out. Me … for example … the issues are my own and on top of that there’s my family … we’ll pull through eventually … and then … I’ll be free to live my life as it should be”.

“With Alex, you mean” whispered Jason.

“Maybe, maybe not” replied Paul.

Jason looked intently at Paul’s face.

Paul continued “I think there’s a similarity. I think you could make mistakes too. I know you love Alex … so do I … I also think you want him happy and that as long as he is then you would draw comfort from that. It’s complicated further because I love you too and believe you care for me. We, meaning you and me, don’t want to hurt Alex nor each other. We love the same man … he loves both of us … and one day he could choose one of us … or another person altogether … and … we would be happy because he is happy”.

Then Paul added “I don’t think we should force him to choose. By being possessive you could do the opposite to what you want to achieve and turn him away. We’re all happy right now and could call it - friends with fringe benefits. We both want him happy right! I think forcing him to choose would make him unhappy. He loves us both and I definitely know he wants to protect you – as do I – and Jerome for that matter. I think you should rely on us – we can be there for each other no matter what positions we get ourselves into. It’s tough opening up to people especially to friends”.

Jason looked far out to sea. “I understand what you’re saying … I don’t want to hurt you or him either. I don’t want to be apart from you guys - I want us to be together forever”.

“Our minds and souls are permanently linked”.

“Nobody told me that loving people would hurt so much”.

“We’re here for you in every way. Friends with fringe benefits right! Plus as long as you let us we’re here to protect you”.

“What do you mean protect me – what from?”

“Well love, pain and hurt first of all. We care and it matters to us. I don’t think you want to talk about it but we should bring up your parents - the race – those things and any others you want to talk about”.

“My parents? They’re not worth talking about”.

“Well they are your parents – or are they?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re nothing like them Jason, you’re complete opposites”.

“Thank heaven for that”.

“No I mean maybe you’re adopted”.

“I’m not adopted ok their names are on my birth certificate”.

“Haven’t you ever doubted?”

“No I just gave up trying to like them – they always hated me and now I don’t care”.

“Why did you stay?”

“Where would I go?”

“There are places and people to help”.

“They just put you back and say it’s a stable home and a bad relationship is better than none. Anyway I’m past that and don’t have to put up with them, end of that story”.

“They wanted you to sign though”.

“Yeah, as if they cared … that was the fucking money. I don’t want the money and I’m not giving anyone interviews or contracts … they can all go jump”.

“But, the fact remains … you can’t be their son! Genetics – Jason – blue eyed people can’t have a son with golden brown eyes – and that’s only one genetic feature”.

“If that means what I think it does then … hell yes … where the fuck is that bottle when it’s needed”.

They both laughed.

“Oh yes, but, the next complication is who teams up with whom? What if I ask for my share with Alex? What if I ask for my share with you? What if Jerome wants to be with you – he is turned on by your cute little white ass” laughed Paul.

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Boy, does the plot thicken. I feel a little uneasy about all this, particularly the "friends with fringe benefits." As much as Paul might have matured and grown I feel he puts Jason in somewhat of a spot. I would question why he suggests that neither he nor Jason should make Alex choose. If his love for Alex is so great why has he remained so estranged from him. I wonder about his affections now for Jason and whether there may be a bit of selfishness remaining. On the other hand, I may have read his and Jason's talk the wrong way. I hope so.

Now concerning the genetic factor......I have to laugh, as I know a fellow that thinks he is the love child of Dame Edna and Andy Worhol.
Golly, I hope that isn't Jason's case......lol

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That afternoon Jason drove them to a centre specializing in indigenous culture. It was called Fresh Water/Salt Water symbolizing the meeting between traditional aboriginal ways and modern Australian society. Upon arriving they were given necklaces with blue/grey stones and a name tag symbolizing their induction into the shark totem. Other visitors had different colours and totems – snake, wallaby, and frog. Once formed into groups they were led to visit and participate in aspects of the local Bronga tribal culture.

First was a talk about totems and tribal rules such as not being permitted to eat the animal that was their token and not being able to marry a person with the same totem where as a frog, wallaby or snake would make a suitable mate. Next was a workshop of Aboriginal Art where Alex learned the meanings behind the traditional dot painting Jason had given him in Sydney. They each decorated a boomerang to varying degrees of success. The third activity was learning how to throw the boomerang and a spear. Paul found out he had to hold the boomerang the correct way and throw it at 45 degrees across the face of the wind to get it to come back to him moving – and he was chuffed when it did without him moving.

Last and not least was walk through the bush around the centre with tribal stories about particular features and upon arriving back at the centre a delicious banquet of bush tucker featuring barbequed kangaroo meat and a demonstration of Aboriginal dancing to the sounds of someone playing the didgeridoo. On sale were decorated items of traditional crafts – Paul and Jerome took the opportunity to buy some gifts for their families back home while Alex bought a brightly coloured hand woven shoulder bag made from natural fibres not really sure who he would give it to. It was an interesting way to spend an afternoon.

The evening arrived – well sort of because – it was contrived to commence an hour earlier – very kind of the sun to set earlier than usual (grins). More likely was that four young good looking guys having their sexual appetites awakened, just wanted sex and paid no heed to the time. Hanging out naked with four fantastic bodies and hot cocks on show was affecting their minds strengthening the already strong undercurrent of sexual tension into a tsunami of desire. It was as though mouth watering sex was served up continually on a platter in front of them enticing them to take first bite.

The possible pairings indicated interesting responses. They were in theory unattached and that made all the permutations available. That they would enjoy EACH other’s company sexually was a concept on the agenda. Since their chat Jason and Paul had more or less accepted the inevitable and not unpleasant outcome that sooner or later they might very well have some kind of sexual union with each other. By default it also meant that Alex would therefore be free to spend time with Jerome. It would happen despite certain preferences whether they contrived it or not.

Jason of course would always want to pair off with Alex. His strong feelings meant that he would be a jealous of anyone with Alex, but, would have to cope and hide that feeling for Alex’s sake. Getting together with Paul or Jerome was not on his agenda. Yet, he knew that Paul must have his chances with Alex and therefore that would leave Jerome and him together. He really did love both Alex and Paul albeit in different ways and could not hold a grudge against either one’s happiness. Jerome was hot and despite some fears he might be able to accept the circumstance and make himself a willing partner.
Alex adored his sexual unions with Jason; however, he was sympathetic to Paul’s needs despite being somewhat uneasy about their pairing. As for Jerome – he wasn’t sure where he stood with Jerome – he liked him but maybe he was too much like a brother. He too would let circumstance dictate and not think too much about it.

Jerome just plain lusted after all of them particularly Jason. He wanted a piece of the cute white ass that turned him on so much. Paul and Alex were very nice alternatives and he would be happy.

Paul was unsure of being with Alex because they had only been friends since the time at the lake. He was looking forward to pairing up with Jason, who he thought would be fun, and he had already been with Jerome knowing him to be a very physical sexual partner.

What to do? Who takes whom? Do we take turns or leave it to chance? After all no one was actually being forced into anything – we could simply stroll along the beach and have a lovely chat. WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE CHARGE HERE!

Such a dilemma!

Fortunately this so called dilemma would be smashed into oblivion by the power of their sexual need. It was like lighting a match in a haystack. Which one would provide the spark?

That early evening, with thoughts of hot sex raging through their veins, they were down near the beach. Jerome stripped off sporting his already huge stiff cock. He was about to turn and head down the beach for a swim when seconds later the others stripped as well. They were all naked with erect cocks on display. Jerome’s massive cut dick throbbed dominating the space, his big black cock horizontal in front of him with its lighter cockhead swollen beyond normal proportions. Alex’s cock, which was big by any standards, looked ready for its share of attention too. Paul and Jason stood like sacrificial lambs. No point in a skinny dip now - the time was over ripe for other activities. There was no need for discussion. It was Jerome who took direct action – urged on by nothing more than sexual need and strong desire he held Jason by the arm and simply moved in front of him. That of course left Alex and Paul together, the most uneasy of pairings.

Jason’s eyes were as wide as saucers from surprise and fear. His eyes looked over to Alex imploring him to do something, anything to save him but stood still giving in to the wonderful feelings of Jerome’s touch. He closed his eyelids and entered past the point where he could not stop even if he wanted to. They were in full view of Alex and Paul who watched Jerome’s big hands sweep over Jason’s skin. Alex looked on frozen to the spot as Jerome’s hands covered every square inch of Jason’s body. Jerome’s hands worked their way down to Jason’s snowy white ass. His hands lingered caressing the part of Jason’s body that turned him on the most. His lips descended to kiss Jason’s mouth drawing a willing response. Alex wanted to shout but his lips could not get a sound out, he looked on transfixed - willing Jerome to take it easy and not hurt Jason with his strength and enormous cock. How could such a gigantic cock fit inside Jason’s slim hips and tiny ass? – Please don’t hurt him.

“This is really hot. Let’s watch” nudged Paul.

Alex could do little else he was so frozen.

Jerome’s lips kissed Jason’s neck then moved down to his nipples before descending across his cut body and enveloping his cock - swallowing it whole. He sucked gently using his thick tongue and lips to make Jason moan. He turned Jason around and licked between the cheeks of Jason’s white ass, his dark hands holding the cheeks aside to open up access to his precious pink lipped hole. Jason moaned again as Jerome’s tongue licked and flicked against his hole. Jerome turned Jason about to face him again, wrapped his hands around him and lifted him effortlessly like balsa wood. He stood to his full height and slowly lowered Jason so that he slid down the contours of his strong body. Jason felt Jerome’s massive cock slide between his legs narrowing the gap to his ass. He felt the dull contact of Jerome’s cock on his skin and prepared for what would happen next.

Jason felt the pressure grow stronger and felt the pain of his ass stretching to accommodate the biggest cock he had ever seen. It felt like it could not stretch anymore and hurt so much then …
Jerome felt Jason’s resistance and knew to take his time, he continued the relentless pressure forcing the ass lips inwards he would soon claim Jason’s ass. Then …

Alex’s eyes popped wide open as he held his breath unable to move, he thought Jason was being ripped apart. Then …

Paul could barely believe what he saw, grabbed Alex cock and began to stroke it keeping his eyes on the performance in front of him. Then …

Jason’s ass gave way as Jerome’s cock head entered his body. The painful stretching remained while Jason felt the incredible sensation of Jerome’s cock sliding inside him past the lips of his hole. He felt it slide, and slide, and slide, till it was right in. The pain was still there as he took a breath and tried to relax.

Jerome felt the lips about give way and slowly increased pressure till his cock head was inside. He slowly kept his cock pushing forward feeling the tight muscle of Jason’s ass grip as it slid down his shaft until he was well inside. Then he paused ready to begin. Jerome started to move his body slowly which helped Jason relax taking away some of the pain. He moved his cock inside Jason fucking him slowly, gradually making his cock move further out and further in. A few times he brought his cock so far out that the edge of his cock head was visible before slowly pushing it all the way inside. It felt so good to be inside Jason’s tight white ass. Jerome approached orgasm as his body started to lose control. His body movements increased sending his cock deep producing amazing sensations throughout his body. He quickly pulled his cock out and jerked himself as his cock pulsed sending streams of white cum over Jason’s body.

Alex watched it all, then felt his untouched cock about to explode, it was as if he could feel every sensation but that was of course was caused by Paul whose hands were wrapped around his cock stroking. The voyeurism along with Paul’s stroking combined to send Alex’s cum spurting through the air landing on Jerome’s thigh.

“Ooh baby … that was good” laughed Jerome.

Jason was still shocked but relieved.

Alex was still unable to move. He was both turned on by what he watched and also experienced feelings of fear and jealousy he would not vocalise.

Paul was hugely turned on and commented “Hot, that was hot, fucking hot”.

Early next morning Jason took the path up to the headland. He stood close to the edge and stood silent completely at ease as the light breeze swirled around and the waves crashed on the rocks below sending their sparkling spray spinning in the air.

He was not alone. Behind him lurked a dark malevolent presence.

The sharp snap of a twig jolted him out of his pleasant reverie. Turning towards where the where the sound came from he saw who it was.

He faced an approaching hulk intent on harm. Jason put his hands in front of him gesturing the hulk to stay calm. “No Corinne don’t - think what you are doing,” he pleaded. Her body closed in with her face distorted with malice. She blocked his exit with her huge body and the cricket bat she carried poised as a weapon.

“I know exactly what I’m doing – I should have done this years ago!” She spat.

“Corrine – Mum – put it down,” said Jason in calming tones as her bulk moved menacingly closer.

“Don’t call me that!” Her shrill voice bellowed, “I’m not your mother and never was – I hate you.”

“Ha ha ha!” cackled Corinne slowly as she moved with intent “You’re not mine” she snarled her face contorted as she spat the words, “You think I had you! Think again you worthless trash. Listen to this! I never had you! I never wanted you. They made me take you but you’re worthless the same as your mother. I’m going to fix things for good. It’s you who should be dead not my baby”.

She swung the cricket bat hard at Jason who nimbly stepped aside letting it pass without contact. Corinne’s anger propelled every action as she continued forward swinging the bat trying to inflict damage. Jason had little room to move as he backed towards the edge of the cliff. She was surprisingly quick and had the upper hand until Jason stepped forward into her grabbing her hand and struggling for control of the cricket bat. Her iron grip held as the two stood wrestling. They struggled turning about as Corinne released the bat grabbed Jason’s forearm instead and in what seemed like slow motion leaned backwards over the cliff pulling with all the strength and leverage of the pumped crazed shot putter she once was. Jason’s body was flung far out into the air over the cliff followed by Corinne’s body closer to the edge as her face suddenly lost its contorted rage to be replaced by smug smiling satisfaction as the two bodies disappeared falling over the edge to the sound of Alex screaming.

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My lord, Michael. I'm so shaken I can hardly type. Like Sheep said, I hope this is a dream. It's either that or Jason uses Corinne as a float and is saved. She's big enough! Please, this can't be happening.....

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Alex ran frantically to the edge of the cliff and looked over but could not see a thing. He ran back down the path yelling out for help. “They fell, they fell” he yelled “he’s over the cliff. It’s Jason” he spluttered the words out in his urgency. Jerome appeared on the porch and immediately ran following Alex along the path at the base of the headland. Once off the main path the awkward rocks slowed their progress and the slower pace increased their anxiety. Alex was a nervous mess but had no time to stop and catch his breath - he had to hurry.
Jerome saw something first above his head and 30 metres to his right. He shouted and pointed across – to Alex. It had to be Corinne - her body half on and half off a high rock ledge.
Alex yelled “Jason we have to find Jason.” They jumped from rock to rock searching. Where was he! “Jason” yelled Alex. “Jason where are you. … He has to be here” he yelled to Jerome.
Alex looked to his left where the waves were rolling along a narrow gutter then crashing on the rocks at the base of the cliff. He scrambled over a boulder and out the corner of his eye glimpsed a flash of blue in the white foam inside the gutter. “Jason” he yelled. He paid no heed to self preservation as he jumped between the rocks into the surging white foam and frantically looked about. A flash of blue again he saw Jason’s arm feebly paddling as he tried to keep his head above the water. He lurched forward without a foothold and reached out. His hand grabbed Jason’s right forearm and tightened its grip. The wave receded giving Alex time to push his feet down on the slippery surface and slither as hard as he could to back away from the surf, but the next surge of water rushed forward pushing him back hard, scraping his body on the rocks where the sharp barnacles ripped into his flesh as he desperately held on to Jason’s arm. Jerome wedged his legs between rocks, bent his back and his strong arms hauled Alex back by his shirt. Jerome took a hold on the limp body of Jason under his shoulders and lifted him clear of the water and up onto the rocks. Jason lay on his back and looked a mess. He looked up at them, rolled his eyes and passed out. His face was covered in blood from a deep gash above his left ear and another under the corner of his Jaw there were also many scrapes over his body. His left arm was obviously broken and who knows what else. Blood was pouring from the gashes in and around his mouth and other pools of blood was spreading around his lower body where his clothes were ripped and raw flesh exposed.
“What do we do?” asked a panicked Alex.
“Pressure, he told us pressure to stop bleeding … and don’t move him right. We gotta get help.”
“How” screamed Alex “What do I do?”
Jerome put his ear near Jason’s mouth looked sideways along Jason’s chest. He placed his hand along Jason’s sternum where he detected the rise and fall of Jason’s chest and felt a faint breeze on his cheek. “He’s breathing.”
“Get help. Get Paul ok … I’ll stay here. I know some CPR if I have to use it.”
Alex took off leaping from rock to rock scurrying as fast as he could. His feet landed on the path and he sprinted up towards the steps into the house. “Paul” he yelled “Jason’s hurt.” Paul appeared and saw Alex diving for the phone. “What’s the emergency number” he screamed “it’s not 911.”
“It’s here on the cooler door, 000.”
“Ok ok”
“I’ll do this” he said as he rang “grab blankets … bandages … anything.”
The emergency service operator answered from the other end as a flustered Alex did his best to answer the operator’s questions. Paul listened while he took the first aid kit from the bathroom shelf and grabbed some fresh towels.
Alex put the phone down and snatched the items Paul had found from his arms. “The gate” he spluttered “we have to open the gate, no wait … I’ll do that I can run faster … take these … no wait … you do the gate … he’s around the headland.”
Paul watched Alex sprint to the base of the headland. He took the car keys and drove around to open the locks on the gate and wait for help to arrive.
Alex hurried back as fast as he could, his heart racing and his chest heaving as he fell to his knees next to Jason’s inert body. “Is he ok?”
“He’s breathing … I don’t know how he is” replied Jerome who had taken off his shirt and ripped it into bandages then wrapped the bandages around the larger wounds to provide pressure. They were blood soaked. Jerome wet more of them using sea water and cleaned some of the blood off Jason’s face. “What about her?” he asked.
“I don’t care” spat Alex.
“I don’t think we can reach her from here.”
“She did this … she pulled him over the edge … I saw her.”
“What?”
“She was swinging this club thing and I saw them struggle then she pulled them both over the edge … she’s crazy. She meant to do it. She’s his fucking mother and she threw him off a cliff.”
Jerome stared at Alex. Then looked back down at Jason and wisely handed a wet cloth to Alex to give him something to do. “Clean him up a bit.”
It would have been no longer than 10 minutes before the wails of approaching sirens could be heard drawing nearer. Jason came to several times only to lapse back into unconsciousness. Then a further 5 minutes before Paul appeared with two paramedics in blue overalls. One set to work on Jason while the other checked the situation with Corinne and spoke into a mobile.
Both paramedics worked on Jason checking his vital signs, set up a flow of oxygen through a face mask, then checked his body for breaks. The old blood soaked bandages were left in place but new dressings were wrapped around them.
“Shouldn’t we remove them first … they’re dirty” asked Paul.
“No if the blood is clotting under them that could make the bleeding start again, it’s better to bandage over the top” replied the Medic in a calm voice.
“Is he ok” pleaded Alex.
“We’re trying to keep him stable” the other one said. “He’s hanging in there but we can’t tell, they’ll know more in the hospital. He’s in shock. His blood pressure is low, pulse is weak, he’s unconscious but breathing on his own – the oxygen is only there to assist his lungs.”
The other paramedic put a splint on Jason’s arm then rigged up a spinal board around him feeding straps below his body. Next he put a head brace on each side, fastened them to the spinal board then attached a harness to hold him in place on the board.
Meanwhile a second team appeared on the top of the cliff with one member abseiling down the short distance to Corrine where he set to work.
Jerome, Alex, Paul and the paramedics lifted the spinal board and started the march towards the waiting ambulances which by now had police vehicles adjacent. It was much easier once they reached the path and were on flat ground. The spinal board was strapped into the back of the ambulance, the doors closed and Jason was quickly on his way to the hospital. Paul drove closely behind following the ambulance.
The ambulance drove directly to the Emergency Department of the Maxton District Hospital where Jason was quickly transferred to a mobile bed and pushed through double doors out of sight. Alex, Jerome and Paul could not follow and had to stand outside in the waiting room.
Five minutes later a nurse came out asking if any of them were relatives. No Alex shook his head but Paul lied chiming in with “Yes, he’s my brother.”
“Doctor will be with you shortly and let you know how your brother is. Could you come with me to the interview room? We need to get some basic details.”
“My friends … can they come?”
“Yes. That’s fine as long as it’s your choice.”
“Is he ok? Can you at least tell me that much?”
“Doctor will talk to you, but, he is stable. They will look after him. We need to complete an admission and require some information.”
“Is he conscious?”
“Doctor will talk to you, ok, I don’t have the details.”
“She led them through a security glass door along a corridor and into an office space. She sat behind a desk and prepared to take records typing them into the hospital computer network. Basic questions – name, address, age – easy ones to answer – medicare number … Paul fumbled with Jason’s wallet he had brought with him and found a card handing it over … health insurance – another card … nature of current incident, allergies, medical history … the questions continued.
Meanwhile Jason was in a bed space surrounded by a medical team with curtains drawn around for privacy and the Emergency double doors opened again as another patient was wheeled in – her huge body dwarfing the bed.

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Michael,

They had to rush me to the emergency room immediately after I read that last chapter and here it is four days later that I can finally relax. I think you are trying to kill me....................... Thank goodness Jason is alive and in good hands. Paul was quite cleaver in saying he was his brother. Poor Alex is so shaken, but did well by pulling him out of the surf and Jerome, fortunately fairly calm and knew what to do. As for the whale, who knows (or really cares) what will happen to her. This brings us now to the mystery of Jason's real mother.... Love this story, but, please, no more paralyzing cliffhangers for a while.....

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Aw shucks - I so love having people read my story and you guys are a reason why I keep it going. I had a huge grin as I read your comments. What a buzz!
I think you do more good than you realise - you're very supportive and generous guys - thanks.

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Paul was permitted to go through to the emergency ward to see Jason who by this time had been moved to the second of three small rooms adjacent to the nurse’s desk. A doctor was with Jason and told him his brother was there to see him – Jason started to become agitated, but, then relaxed upon seeing Paul – the agitated look being replaced by a quizzical expression. Despite it being morning still and not even 9 am Jason looked really tired. Apart from that at first glance he looked fine, but, up close his skin was already showing signs of severe bruising. He did look a lot cleaner and the bandages looked fresh, but, the best thing of all was that he attempted a smile. The doctor spoke to both Jason and Paul addressing most of what he said to Jason. He told them Jason had a broken bone in his forearm – the ulna – which had now been set inside a lightweight fibre glass cast, he also had two ribs cracked that were in place and required strapping only, but, would remain sore for some time - and then outlined the cuts and abrasions - and the treatments that had been carried out – all up 14 stitches. Then he went on to detail the injections he had received up to that point which had included pain relief, anti-inflamitory medication and antibiotics. The treatment was standard protocol. He told Jason he would be kept in for 24 hour observation and assuming there were no problems he could be discharged in the morning. Paul told the doctor about Alex and Jerome in the waiting area and asked if he could bring them in to be with Jason. With permission granted he found the nurse who escorted him back out through the security door so all three of them could pass through and be with Jason.
Jason tried to lift his head and speak but the strain was accompanied by a grimace brought on by pain.
“Whoa buddy! Don’t – we’re here” reassured Alex “the best thing you can do right now is rest. Paul already filled us in.”
“You sure look better than when I saw you last” murmured Jerome.
Alex gently lifted the stray brown hairs from Jason’s forehead pushing them back away from his face. He ran his fingers lightly through his hair stroking affectionately. “I was so scared” he admitted “I don’t think I have ever been scared like that before. Jerome was the opposite … he was so calm and knew what to do.”
“Um no” replied Jerome “It just seemed that way to you … inside I was like jelly.”
“Don’t listen to him … he was brilliant.”
“Pffft.”
“What … it’s true … you were …”
“What about you? … jumping into the surf between the rocks … you talk about me … man that’s damn brave” argued Jerome.
“Ok, ok let’s not argue. I’m just glad you’re going to be ok” added Alex as he looked down into Jason’s weary golden eyes. “The police want to talk to us …they said they want us to make statements. Only I’m not sure what to say. Just nod if you want me to tell them everything I know.”
Jason nodded, then, a little while later closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
“I want to stay here” Alex stated plainly to the others.
“We’ll have to take turns” replied Paul “the nurse said only one person at a time … and … since I’m his brother …” he grinned.
“That was quick thinking” added Jerome “I wish I thought of it.”
Alex and Paul both sniggered from nervous laughter as they tried to hold it back from becoming too loud.
“Yeah there’s a family resemblance” grinned Alex.
“Go make the statements … ok … I’ll wait here” instructed Paul.
The rest of the morning passed by as Jason drifted between sleep and periods of being awake – the medication probably had something to do with it and the regular observations being taken by the nurses. Alex, Jerome and also Paul made their statements. Alex made a trip back to the house to gather some clean clothes for Jason. Whilst there he met up with two policemen to explain to them how events occurred and show them where everything had taken place. One had a camera and took pictures. The cricket bat was already at the police station being examined.
Once at the bottom of the cliff the scene looked different. The gutter was not filled with surging water because the tide was now too low. The officers and Alex could actually walk along the gutter stepping carefully on the rocks avoiding the slippery areas and the encrusted edges.
“He was very lucky” one said to the other.
If it wasn’t a full moon and the tide unusually high …
If it wasn’t exactly right on the high tide …
If he wasn’t flung so far out from the cliff …
If the cliff was any higher …
If he didn’t land exactly in the natural rock gutter … no further left or right …
There were a lot of ifs.
Then of course … if Alex had not jumped in to save him …
If Jerome hadn’t had the presence of mind to use what first aid knowledge he possessed …
“It’s hard to believe he survived this” they said to Alex “that’s an 18 metre drop, equivalent to around 4 or 5 stories from a building.
The rock where Jason had lain still had visible blood stains on it and a swarm of flies buzzing about.
“What happens now?” asked Alex “we have our flight back to the states on the 3rd.”
“It’s not up to us” one answered “If the public prosecutors decide to press charges there would be a hearing.”
“It’s our job to collect evidence and put it together to make a scenario for what we believe to have happened. That and the statements put together make the case. My guess would be it’ll go to court. We know how to contact you if it’s necessary, these things take a while though.”
Alex nodded. He would do everything in his power to support Jason. “Count me in ok. Is it ok for me to go back to the hospital now?”
“I think we’re finished here, so yeah we’re done.”

When he arrived back at the hospital and was permitted entry to Jason’s room, Alex found him raised up in bed, bare chested with bandages wrapped around his ribs and alert. “You look better” exclaimed Alex.
“My head’s clearer, not so sure about the bruises though” Jason replied.
“I brought you some clean clothes and your toothbrush … stuff like that.”
“You’ve been home?”
“Yeah … made statements to the police … took them out there so they could see for themselves, and brought this stuff in. Have they spoken to you yet … the police I mean?”
“Yeah, I saw two and told them what I could remember, they’re typing it up for me to sign.”
“Do you remember much?”
“Not all of it, no. I remember falling … not really anything after that. Before it yes … it’s clear … I don’t want to think about it but can’t put it out of my head.”
“You remember what she said then.”
“ … what? … you heard? … you know?”
“I heard her, she was screaming so loud.”
“What she said … I don’t care ok.”
“It doesn’t change who you are. You’re still the same person.”
“I’d rather not be hers.”
Jason bent his head and looked down suddenly ashamed.
Alex stepped closer raising his hand to place it gently under Jason’s chin and lifted his face up so he could see directly into his eyes.
Jason found it difficult to look at Alex’s face, his brilliant blue eyes in particular, but, he was so gentle and his words were simple. Jason looked through the long dark lashes into Alex’s inner being and heard his words “Jason I thought I had lost you” … and his emotions bubbled to the surface while Alex held him carefully.
Once he thought Jason was back in control, Alex suggested he might like to wear something other then the loosely draped hospital gown now around his lower half. Alex brought out a crazy coloured Hawaiian button up shirt and gently slid one sleeve up his broken left arm, he then lifted Jason forward to pull the shirt across his back where he could use his good arm to place itself into the right sleeve – he left the shirt open at the front with buttons undone. He adjusted the curtains around the bed for privacy then lifted the bed covers down and the hospital gown off revealing Jason’s naked lower body. “Do you want boxers or briefs” he asked. Since Jason replied and asked for boxers only Alex took a lime green patterned pair and placed his feet through the legs then slid them up to his thighs. Jason started to arch his body so the boxers could be brought up higher covering his private parts but stopped quickly as pain shot through his chest from the cracked ribs. He lay there helpless as Alex gently lifted and slid the boxers up one side at a time. The finished product was definitely bright and lacking somewhat in terms of colour coordination. Jason asked Alex to help him up. He stood up ok. His legs were fine with barely a scratch. The most pain was from his ribs.
“Toilet, ok”
Alex didn’t really need to help Jason the short distance to the toilet – he was watched by both the nurse and Alex anyway. Fortunately Jason could do his own toileting but Alex did help him dry his one hand afterwards.
Back in bed once more the afternoon wore on and their idle chatter continued right up until the evening meal after which Jason fell asleep once more.

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Just knowing Jason is going to be OK and the boys are with him to give him support is quite a relief. They only have a short time left before they leave, but since Alex was the one that heard the balloon lady screaming, he will have to come back for the trial. Maybe he can transfer schools and pick up his studies in Australia.....just saying....lol
Thank heavens your cliffhangers have taken a breather...............

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The following morning Alex returned to collect Jason around 9 am. A nurse pushed Jason out to the front doors in a wheelchair despite the fact he could walk – apparently it was hospital protocol. Jason stood and bade farewell to the nurse, but, did not accompany Alex directly to the car.
“Please wait for me, there’s something I have to do first” was all he offered.
He turned back into the building and followed the signs to where he wanted to go. He found the room he was looking for and entered quietly. Her huge frame was made immovable by a series of braces, supports and traction devices. She looked his way then turned her dull eyes back to the window ignoring him completely.
He stood for a full minute just looking. Then started to speak “I’ve had time to think … I don’t know how or why things turned out like this. I can remember back to when I was five and fell off the swing – you held me to stop me crying. I know you tried once Corinnne … maybe it just got too hard and you gave up … I never understood why that stopped - but I do now. I was just a little boy … maybe if I knew earlier and maybe if you got the help you needed it wouldn’t have come to this. Whoever started this made a mistake … I always thought it was my fault … it wasn’t my fault … I don’t think it was yours either. I came … to say … goodbye ... I don’t hate you Corinne … I never did … I just learned not to care.” He touched her shoulder gently and added “get yourself well Corinne - in body and spirit.” Then he turned and left the room effectively closing the door to a part of his life forever.
Back at the hospital front doors he found Alex waiting by the car. “I’m ready to leave” stated Jason. His words had several layers of meaning.

Inside his house once more and fussed over by his three attentive carers, Jason felt safe again and able to relax despite some discomfort. “It’s new years eve” he stated. “I haven’t really planned anything – have you got any ideas for something you’d like to do?”
“Entertaining us is the last thing you should be worried about” replied Paul. “This whole trip has been better than anything I could have imagined, discounting the latest events that is.”
“Do we have to do anything?” asked Alex “I’m ok about staying here relaxing, surfing, being with you … just hanging around.”
“Me too” added Jerome.
“What about a barbeque and drinks down by the beach then?”
“Sounds good”
“Yeah I’m in that.”
“That’s settled then.”
“Don’t overdo anything Jason. It’ll be nice with just us boys. As long as we’re with you it doesn’t matter where we are.”
Jason looked at Paul’s warm brown eyes and knew he really did mean every word. With friends like Paul, Jerome and Alex it wasn’t necessary to have family was it? Four more days! Then what? He pushed the thought away –for now.
“We’ll need to get some fresh supplies.”
“I’ll go” said Paul “you need to rest.”
“I can manage, maybe not carry anything too heavy … we could all go I have to show my face sooner or later and having you guys around will make it easier.”
Paul drove into town parking directly in front of the supermarket. They went inside and found a shopping trolley which was soon filled with groceries and a selection of fresh fruit and vegetables, next they went to the butchers to purchase meats for the barbeque. At the bottle shop they purchased a case of beer and a bottle of wine. Last on the list was a shop selling hot bread, cakes and pastries, as soon as they walked in the aroma of freshly baked items was really good. Jason was about to place his order for a herbed loaf of bread when the shop owner stepped from her office and told the serving girl she would look after Jason.
“Nice to see you Jason” she said “and these must be the American boys staying with you out at Horseshoe Bay?”
“Nothing escapes you eh Millie” he replied.
“It’s a small community Jason – everybody’s talking – It’s good to see you out of hospital? Were you discharged this morning?”
Jason nodded.
“Oh, so soon - you should be resting.”
“We’re finished in town and about to head back - there’s plenty of time to rest.”
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
“Sure – Millie this is Paul, Alex and Jerome, guys this is Millie.”
“Lovely to meet you – I hope your stay is a good one.”
“It’s been fantastic, I love it here” replied Paul.
“Yes it’s a beautiful part of the world” she said as she added more items to the bags she had on the counter and smiled “no charge today.”
“Do you mind if I suggest something that could be helpful?”
“Yeah sure Millie – no problem,
“Well the place at Horseshoe Bay – I was told to allow you to use it – no one else – just you. It know it seems strange, but, those were the instructions. No one exactly knows what happened out there yesterday – it’s not my business poking my nose in either … but after all that’s happened … and putting two and two together … well … I think you should know that it was Tom Beavis who gave me the instructions.”
“Tom Beavis?”
“Yes it was Tom. It might not mean anything but who am I to say? I thought it was odd, but, those were the instructions.”
“Ok thanks, and thanks for the treats.”
“Oh, happy New year and have a lovely evening.”
“You too, bye.”

Back at the car Jason hopped in the back with Paul, who, being the most forward of the four of them, ventured “Do you know this Tom Beavis?”
“I do, he’s a lawyer.”
“Hmm that’s interesting.”
“Not to me it’s not.”
“Don’t you want the truth?”
Jason thought for a moment. “No not really. I don’t see the point in finding out more. I’d rather have a future than a past.”
“That’s true” added Paul, “but, you have rights. After what your mother said you have the right to know who you really are.”
“Maybe I don’t want to know.”
“Everyone has a past, a present and a future.”
“I have a past and don’t particularly want another one – this one was bad enough.”
“It doesn’t necessarily have to be bad.”
“It could be.”
“Maybe, maybe not. There could be a whole new family out there – you see it often enough on TV and they always seem better off knowing.”
“Real life isn’t the same as TV.”
“No, but someone cared enough to make sure you had a home.”
“Oh … so … I wasn’t really given away to be rejected a second time! I’m not interested in a third.”
“Point taken, but …”
“But, what?”
“You didn’t mind before when I said we might look into it. My dad’s a lawyer – discretion and all that – if it’s something you’re better off knowing then you should know. Anyway maybe there’s nothing to find.”
“I hope there’s not!”
“Discretion ok.”
“Would it make a difference if I said no?”
“Absolutely. If you say no then it goes no further. I’m on your side – you know that. You trust me don’t you?”
“I do. It’s not you I would distrust.”
“Agreed then. Another thing …”
“Don’t you ever let up? Are you sure teaching is your true vocation?”
“Hahahaha I think it is … don’t side track me. Another thing … None of us think you should stay here alone.”
“I could take out an advertisement in the paper – MISERABLE WRETCH, NEEDS COMPANION! – how does that sound?”
“Hahahaa, so funny, I was thinking more on the lines of you coming with us or maybe one of us staying here.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“If you think that then you have misjudged us.”
“I couldn’t ask you to, you all have your courses … your futures … and … there’s the basketball.”
“You’re not asking – it’s us offering. You should let us help you.”
“It’s not fair.”
“You need us.”
“I’ll think about it ok.”
“Sure, just make certain you do and don’t store it away never to be retrieved. Friends forever right.”
“I want that more than anything I have ever wished for” he admitted. Jason’s hand stole across the seat to envelop Paul’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Forever.”

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That was an especially beautiful chapter, Michael. Jason has such compassion and humility. To have forgiven and understood Corinne as he did takes a larger than life person. I like Paul's suggestion also. Either go back with them or allow one to stay with him. Of course I would hope it would be Alex as I feel he is the one Jason desires most. But all of them are "friends forever." Finding Jason's true family is somewhat of a toss up for me. He could benefit greatly by knowing, but as he has said, it could be another disaster. I will anticipate greatly a new update.

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Late afternoon Alex walked with Jason along the headland path then supported him across the rock platform to the gutter slicing between the rocks. The tide was half way in and rising with the waves swirling over the entrance to the gutter. Alex pointed up to the ledge that had stopped Corinne’s fall and described as best he could what he thought had happened after the fall. He showed Jason where he must have landed in the water filled gutter and how close it was to the rocks. Jason listened silently not exactly sure how he should react. He listened to Alex’s description of his frantic search, how he jumped into the gutter and how Jerome had hauled them out. Even now he could feel the tension in Alex’s voice and sense the difficulty he had trying to relay events.
“There are parts I remember” Jason told Alex. “I’ll never forget the look on her face – when I was in the air I mean – it wasn’t fear or anger it was almost sublime like she was happy. It’s the last thing I can recall. Seeing it all now makes me realize how close it was – if it wasn’t for you …”
“… and Jerome, and a lot of things … we were lucky.”
“In a way something was going to happen sooner or later … it must have been ticking away like a time bomb … Corinne I mean. I don’t hate her Alex.”
“You’d have the right to.”
“What’s the point” he shrugged.
“I know what you mean … the guy I thought was my dad … but wasn’t … I just wanted to get out of there … hate? – no it’s not hate. It’s different for me - I had my mom till I was 9. I think you had it tougher than me.”
“Why do people have kids if they don’t want them? Corinne’s not my mother so how can I blame her? She said it loud and clear – you heard her – her baby died! She wanted her baby – not me.”
“She could have got help.”
“I don’t think she even knew what was happening – I didn’t.”
“No Jason, but, she was the adult, she should have been the responsible one”
“I’m just saying it got too much for her.”
“She got so twisted.”’
“I survived.”
“So did I.”
Jason held out his good arm welcoming Alex into a careful embrace.
“You’re a good friend Alex.”
“So are you.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Come with us … me.”
“I can’t. There are things to be done here – a lot of loose ends …”
“I have to go back.”
“I know you do.”
“Couldn’t you just leave it all.”
“I wish I could.”
“You can, we’ll look after you … I’ll look after you.”
“I know you would. I’ll think about it ok.”
They turned and made their way back slowly.

That evening a gentle sea breeze wafted across the bay. The beach barbeque was turning out to be quite a feast – sizzling spiced prawns still in their shells along with marinated meats on bamboo skewers and the table set with fresh salads, hot bread and a delicious selection of fresh fruits – mangoes, strawberries, cherries, pineapple, melons, and passionfruit. Jason, who was still on medication and unable to drink alcohol, had (with Jerome’s help) set up fruit juices ready to mix into mocktails – cocktails without the alcohol. The wine was chilled and the beer ice cold. Everything looked good and tasted even better – living around Jason meant healthy eating and food with great flavours.
The stunning stretch of beach, the amazing food, the gentle breeze, the soft sound of the waves lapping the shore, being together … and hopefully the start to a new year that would purge the past and bring a future.
“Hmm this one is really good” murmured Alex, who was trying one of Jason’s mocktails, which contained mango, pineapple, coconut, passionfruit and apple juice.
“Ain’t this the life” cooed Jerome as he stretched out.
“It’s hard to imagine there’s snow and ice everywhere back home” added Paul, “going south for the winter definitely has its merits.”
“I could get used to it” answered Jerome.
“I’ve never seen snow” replied Jason.
“Really?” asked Paul. “Is your whole life like summer?”
“Hey, it gets cold – just not that cold. One day … maybe I’ll come visit in your winter.”
“… and leave this? Are you crazy? I was thinking of making this my winter quarters.”
Jason quite liked that comment and smiled.
“It feels like we’ve been here for longer than a couple of weeks” continued Paul.
“… and done so much added Alex.”

The lazy days had to come to an end. It would have been too difficult for Jason to drive to Sydney and back so Alex, Paul and Jerome elected to travel to Sydney by train on the 2nd January, stay overnight in a hotel and then get out to the airport for their early morning flight.
The train rounded the bend towards the Maxton Railway Station as their hugs and good byes signalled the end of an event filled holiday. Jason was determined to prevent this from becoming an emotional farewell and instead was full of smiles. The train squealed to a halt and there was no choice but to give another quick hug then get them on board.
Looking through the window into the train Jason smiled as much as he could to mask what he truly felt. It was such a horrible feeling to know they were leaving. He knew he would manage ok on his own, but, he also knew his destiny was wrapped up alongside that of his American friends. It wasn’t pain he felt it was more like the dread of emptiness. The conductor’s whistle sounded, the train gave a shudder and for a fleeting second Jason’s guard dropped before once again rebounding with his smile.
Alex was on the verge of making that split second decision that would have him jump out of his seat and race back onto the platform. He saw Jason’s face drop and realized it had been a front. He had only a second to act, but, froze and missed that chance as the train moved forward taking him away. He stared out the window seeing only Jason’s face.
Paul noticed the fleeting change in countenance as well. His heart reached out and he felt the loss. He too sat in silence as the train picked up its speed increasing their distance apart.
Jerome’s attention was elsewhere making sure their hand luggage was placed in the rack above the seats. Even so he sensed the mood quickly and sat in silence.

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Oh dear, Michael, that was such a sad chapter. I hate goodbyes. My eyes fill with tears and it is really hard to speak. Even though I am sure they will see each other again it is hard to know that each, in their own way, will feel the emptiness surrounding them. Why does life seem so cruel at times. The only silver lining is knowing that after the hurt and pain is over comes peace and serenity. And the joy as they meet again will be even greater. Love this story and now we have to find what life holds for each of our four young men.

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Jason was contracted to attend the fourth event of the Ironman competition even though he could not compete through injury. He would attend the race and could work from a promotional aspect which included selecting between activities the sponsors had organized. Naturally he would shy away from interviews and the like in favour of low key events that would be closer to his own comfort zone. The high profile nature of surf lifesaving had produced national heroes and the public relations branch of the organization took its role seriously. It was in this regard Jason found himself visiting sick kids in hospitals and visiting schools to talk about his sport and how he dealt with training schedules and nutrition.
Inevitably Jason had to come across Caine and eventually the rest of his fellow Ironman competitors. As it was Caine made a direct line for him as soon as he noticed Jason enter the hotel foyer. As he had not seen or heard anything, of what had happened to Jason since the last race at Bondi, Caine was shocked to find him wearing the cast on his arm and his face healing but still wearing the marks of injury.
“Jason … mate … it’s good to see you.”
“You too Caine, ready for a big race.”
“I hope so, but what about you? I had no idea.”
“I’m ok … looking forward to watching you race though.”
“I wish you were there, … in the race I mean.”
“Me too.”
“What happened? Is it a training accident or something like that?”
“I wish.”
“You’re ok though?”
“Yeah sure … I will be.”
“Look … I never got the chance to … um … to say thanks … I tried to find you when I recovered but had no idea where you got to.”
“There’s no need Caine … you would have done the same.”
“Oh yes there is! … what you did … it’s important to me … I mean … it made me take a reality check … I had a good look at myself … hopefully I’m a better man.”
“Thanks mate … but seriously it really is ok.”
“You’re inspirational Jason. You made me understand why I wanted to be a surf life saver in the first place. Thanks to you I’m here, able to compete, and on the way to being the best I can be. I’m honoured to call you my friend and I intend doing my best and … I’m going to try and win this for you … ok.”
“Wow, Caine I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say yes to dinner tonight after the race – my treat – nothing fancy just a meal with a mate.”
“Ok … I haven’t got any plans but I’d prefer to pay my own way.”
“If it means you’ll come then sure – it’s a deal.”

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Jason had organized times he would be available to chat to Alex, Paul and/or Jerome online. For him it would be mornings Monday to Friday which equated to Sunday evening through to Thursday evening in the States once the 16 hour time difference was taken into account. Jason was an early riser and the morning times suited him best - so the times were around 5:30 am for him and 9:30 pm for his friends. Jason would use his webcam and microphone online keeping the cost minimal and was encouraging Alex, Paul and Jerome to do the same albeit unsuccessfully thus far.

For Jason it was something of an empty feeling chatting while he was so far away. Their chats had lately concentrated on the odd circumstances surrounding the Queensland and Victorian floods, the West Australian bushfires and the subsequent Cyclone Yasi that had flattened more than half of the resort they had stayed at when they went to the Great Barrier Reef. Horseshoe Bay and in particular Jason were significantly further south and thus unaffected save for a few rainy days.
Chatting about the weather patterns, and the Japanese tsunami, although major catastrophes from any perspective, was a means of avoiding the need to discuss items closer to the heart. None of them broached the important aspects of relationship that was central to their futures. Talking about relationships was difficult enough face to face, let alone when they were two thirds of the way around the globe. Paul for example would have little difficulty saying what needed to be said but neither Jason nor Alex had the same capacity. Alex found friendship and trust enough of a nemesis let alone a full on relationship, while Jason had quite a lot of friends and acquaintances but found it difficult to gain a true closeness. They were constantly falling short of saying the words that could bring them tumbling headfirst into a long term commitment. Alex still had the complication of his commitment to Paul that needed to be sorted out along with his own limited abilities to deal with emotional issues. Jason was unsure where he stood – if only Alex would say the words he longed to hear – he desperately wanted to be loved but knew not to force the issue. Hence it was disasterous weather patterns and topical events that dominated their chats, however dysfunctional it may have seemed to others.

By mid April Jason’s body had not only mended but allowed time for training for the national titles at Currawa Beach on the Queensland Coast. He placed a creditable third from 247 competitors on his limited and interrupted training program. It was then he opted to rest his body from the punishing schedule of training and competition to freshen up before the new season commencing in October. It was in this period of time that he would turn 21 and his life would take another unexpected turn.

Paul had been digging! Not for dirt or for gold but digging for information. He had talked his father into commencing a professional dialog with Tom Beavis the lawyer from Piper’s Point. As a direct result he now had interesting information on who owned the property at Horseshoe Bay but had not found the elusive link between the property and Jason. That a link had to exist was patently obvious and therefore he had entertained several possibilities on which he was working. Right now he was keeping his findings to himself until he was sure that the news would not cause harm to Jason. Paul too had his regular chat sessions with Jason and was finding himself more and more captivated by his easy charm, which, in return provoked a flow on effect by increasing his desire to help. More than once he fancied himself with Jason!

Through his father’s link with Tom Beavis he had learned that the Sand Mining Company was a subsidiary of a much larger conglomerate. The Sand Mining Company had sold the land, for a ridiculously low sum, to a smaller private company owned by the company director. That director in turn had donated most of the land to the people of Australia making it an annex of the National Park and secured the 50 acres on which the house stood for private use. Paul had used property searches to find that the ownership had been placed into a trust administered by Tom Beavis, but, exactly how that trust operated he was unable to discover. There had to be a link to Jason. If he could find the nature of the trust he might find the link.

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What surprised them all was that Tom Beavis called Jason to an appointment in his office. It was the week before Jason’s 21st birthday. Jason sat quietly opposite Tom Beavis in his office. The desk was neat and tidy with a folder sitting ominously between them. “Jason” he began “the reason I asked you here today is to discuss matters relating to a trust fund.”

“I don’t know anything about a trust fund.”

“Sorry, Jason” he gently intonated “that’s all I have been permitted to disclose up to this point in time. Under the terms of the trust, to put it simply, no information regarding the trust was to be made available to anyone until the trust matured.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

“The trust is in your favour.”

“But, I don’t understand” spluttered Jason.

“The trust matures upon you reaching the age of 21 … since that will happen next week and there are some preliminaries to be completed to facilitate the transfer of the trust … and … I have some documents requiring your signature.”

“But … why? … I don’t understand! … Who? … Is there some mistake?”

“It’s not something I can tell you. I couldn’t tell you why because I don’t know why as for whom … well … the original provisions were drafted by my father before I entered the practice however I can say there are direct instructions not to supply that information.”

Jason sat there shaking his head “What happens now?”

“I’ll need your signature on the documents in this folder then next week I’ll hand over the contents of the trust.”

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Big Arnie's back in the news so I figured that "I'll be back" might as well be prophetic!
Yes I have had a break but it's nothing more than enjoying life and what it has to offer - no reason other than that.
I did like ending with as many questions as I had answered. Having said that I wasn't really sure whether to keep going with this story - from the beginning I wanted to be more of a story teller. I also liked developing the characters in the hope you would spot their flaws and like them anyway.
So for what it's worth - here I am - ready to give it another shot.
Is it worth it? I have no idea! There are far more accomplished writers than me - my particular favourites are whitestripe and famemonster.

"Whitey" touches my very soul. "Fame" excites my imagination.

Whilst not in the same league it's good to draw inspiration from such talented people.

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Hey Michael,

Really glad to see you back writing. The last we had was a very sad experience with the parting of ways. Back to what some might call reality, however, for our boys and their realities it needs to be continued. I'm being very selfish now... it's really for me and your fans. I'm so happy to have them back.

Also, glad to hear, as Don said, you have survived the many disastrous events these last few months. Particularly that there was nothing more to your hiatus than pure enjoyment.

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It's a good thing to take time to smell the coffee. Some of us don't do that very well. I'm happy you have started up the story. It was one of my favourites. Just tell yourself you won't be a slave to it but rather, have fun with it.

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Before the week was up Jason stood outside the historic Maxton Court House. He was enjoying the temporary relief of a glorious warm sunny day before playing his part in the cold darkness of legal proceedings. He deliberately chose to stand outside soaking up the sun’s energy, preferring that to making his statement as an unwilling participant to the deliberations going on inside the Court House. Eventually his time came and he reluctantly walked up the steps into the old foyer and along to the court in session, where the bailiff swore him in to tell the whole truth.
He deliberately chose not to look at either of his parents Corinne and Pete. Despite that, he was desperately uncomfortable sitting in the witness chair. Worse was to come as his life was laid bare, even though Corinne had already made a plea bargain and would come off rather lightly. He was genuinely shocked at some of the insinuations and accusations brought into argument by the lawyers and seethed within. His nose flared, his breathing laboured and his eyes flashed. He wanted to be anywhere other than where he was. It became too much, when, the public prosecutor asked him for an explanation as to how his DNA did not provide a match to either of his “parents” Corinne or Pete. Jason was totally fed up, angry and glared back spitting his response “how the fuck would I know?”
Whatever happened after that was a blur and he could not recall anything no matter how hard he tried when he spoke to Paul online early the next morning after a sleepless night.
“I wish I was with you right now” stated Paul.
“I can’t do this any more” replied Jason. “I want to … go … run away somewhere!”
“Do it then, we’ll chip in and pay for the ticket … come here.”
“How could I? I wouldn’t be allowed to stay forever – I mean I want to but then again I don’t want to leave here either.”
“My dad will find a way – just pack your bags and leave – I hate seeing you so miserable.”
“What will I live on? What about my place?”
“Can’t you find someone to rent it for a while? Put it with a rental agency for 6 or 12 months. I seriously think you should come.”
“But … my studies – I just got into medicine … and the new Ironman season!”
“It can surely wait. Seems to me what you really need right now is to be with people who do actually care. This is where you should be.”
“Where would I stay? You have the summer break coming up.”
“We’ll work something out, besides you need us right now. Isn’t that the important thing?”
“Maybe I should move to Sydney, or go to Queensland and stay with Caine for a while, he’d put me up.”
“You need people Jason! Don’t be by yourself! Stay with Caine if you need to, but, get on a flight soon as you can. You need us and we want you here!”
“I’ll sleep on it ok” replied Jason signaling an end to that conversation.
Paul took the hint changing the topic. “Yeah sure, no problem with that! What are your plans for the day?” The change in direction of conversation working a treat and bringing Jason relief from the tensions of the previous day.
“Oh I might swim a bit and go for a cycle, nothing major, couple of hours maximum.”
“But it’s your birthday.”
“Is it? Oh yeah .. it is too. I almost forgot.”
“Don’t you have that meeting?”
“No it’s tomorrow.”
“You need to go into town anyway, there’s a package waiting to be picked up from the post office. That’s all I’ll say about it other than Happy Birthday!”
“Aw … really? You know how to make me curious!
“Hahaha do I? I’ll remember that in more ways than one! The item is from all of us though. If you do come I’ll give you something in person hahahahaha.”
“Yeah? Maybe I’d like that! … and Maybe I should buy a ticket.”
“I always said you were brilliant!”

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Jason crossed the street leaving Tom Beavis’s offices. There was a big part of him that resented someone or something that had caused so much chaos. On the other hand this “trust” would make his life easier so maybe he shouldn’t feel too guilty about taking what was “owed.” Maybe Paul was right. Maybe he did need to know about the past. Maybe knowing about the past was the right way to move forward. There were however “ifs” as well. What if … he was better off not knowing? What if … the past opened up more trouble than it was worth? Right now, however, one question at least had been answered – the contents of the trust. But, who exactly had set up the trust? Would knowing where it came from be in his best interests? His impression it had something to do with Horseshoe Bay had been confirmed in his meeting with Tom Beavis. Who would have thought that he would become the owner of Horse Shoe Bay. Why had it fallen into his path? Why was he so “involved” with this particular place on earth – whatever it’s history it was the place he called home and where he felt most comfortable, yet, there had to be something more. Tom had followed his instructions perfectly giving no information other than the transfer of the property to Jason’s name and signing over the bank account that had grown from years of holiday letting and was used for upkeep, utilities and land taxes. It had all been very business like. Crossing the street with the deeds in his hands felt in a sense surreal … as though was he holding his future in his hands? Jason’s original instincts of apprehension had been tempered by the knowledge that Horseshoe Bay actually belonged to him alone. Where was home? Certainly not with Corinne and Pete … Horseshoe Bay this was home, he was secure there and there was a great deal of comfort in knowing that part of his future.
That it had made a difference was obvious and allowed Jason to focus on something other than the court proceedings. His mind was shifting from the tensions of trouble and guilt to feelings of freedom and an unencumbered perspective of his future. All things considered he would definitely fly out as soon as he could!

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Jason arrived in town by bus from the airport almost a whole day earlier than expected. He was really excited about surprising Alex and his heart soared as he walked closer and closer to the man he loved. It wasn’t a case of absence makes the heart grow fonder. He had known the instant he first chatted to Alex online that, they had a special connection and that, was strengthened the moment they met, and sealed with their funny conversation over the first meal they shared. He was head over heels in love and truthfully had been from the beginning. He wasn’t really visiting; it felt more like he was like coming home. His heart pounded as he rounded the corner a half block from the front of Alex’s building, so close at last. He looked across the street to the building and a happy grin exploded over his face.
The momentary snapshot of his face was frozen in time until he realized what he was seeing and was then replaced by a vacant expression. Oh no! He shouldn’t have come, he should not have tried to surprise anyone. Despite the lateness of the hour and the dimness of the shadows he knew exactly what he was seeing. He could not move a muscle as his mind struggled to comprehend the moment.
He could see Alex clearly. He could see him in his close embrace. He watched as they pulled apart tenderly and walked inside the building. He saw the light flicker on in Alex’s room and minutes later go off again. The rest he imagined but his heart told him it was the truth. It had been Paul all along. Oh why, oh why did he come? His legs buckled and he bent at his knees as he tried desperately to stop the grief taking over his body. Get away quickly, go, that’s what he must do! . Find somewhere he could think.
He checked into a cheap motel and lay on the bed. Jason’s mind projected the images in front of his eyes over and over again as he imagined them together while his heart sank lower and lower. He loved Alex so much, he loved Paul too but in a different way, but they ... well, they loved each other, he had seen it for himself. His mind rationalized his thoughts, he loved Alex so much and even though it really hurt he had to give his blessing. Even so there was no way he could face them.
Jason jumped out of bed and sat at the small table with paper and pen to write what he could manage. In the very early hours he quietly slipped an envelope under Alex’s door, turned and let the night smother his retreating form.
Alex woke as the sun streamed early morning light into his room. He gently lifted Paul’s head from his shoulder and quietly padded across to the window throwing the curtain open. The glorious summer morning flooded his room as he stood gazing out the window. Last night he and Paul had gone out for dinner and done some serious talking. Paul was his first love, his closest friend and always would be. Paul was the person closest to understanding him in the whole world, but, his heart had been captured by another. It wasn’t till last night that he listened to Paul and understood. Today Jason would arrive and that would make life perfect.
Behind him Paul stirred and rose to join him looking out the window. “What’s this” he queried as he handed Alex an envelope.